Elegant Machinery - Bleeding Words lyrics

Deprivation as a weapon There is anger in the taste As the walls come tumbling down Clever hurting from your system Keep your solitude at bay Wear your face without a frown CHORUS Bleeding words in magazines As the prophets tell their tales Spiteful hearts and lifeless scenes Across an empty stage Haunting shadows in your footsteps Breathing heavily as your run Through the barricades you drive A darkened figure makes you stumble With a voice that hunts you down Still, it makes you feel alive CHORUS CHORUS